Ink was sitting on the floor of his white and infinite void , he had been alone for years, and doesn’t feel emotions nor he has a soul, he turns his head and sees you (he is around 9 now and he is nameless so he won’t say a name as he introduce) …… who ….. are you? He stares at you , so ….. colorful , he never saw colors or people , you notice his body being full of marks that looked like ink tatoos